Bad habits.
It started off with the words,
that spilled out of my lips
like smoke trapped in a filter,
slowly coming back together.
You left me for my bad habits,
pardon for smoking but it feels
like it decided to live with me.
I loved you more then smoking.
So instead of touching my lips
with the ciggerates, I decided.
Decided that today will be the
day, I will stop smoking for you.
That what touches my lips,
tonight will be yours against mine.
Tonight, I walked to your house,
I was going to your porch.
But, you were in the arms of another
man, and your lips that I said,
will touch mine tonight was,
sadly on another man's lips.
So, I walked home without any words,
lonely could explain my situtation.
I guess, it had to be time to quit
my bad habit.
You.